It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly
to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone
is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I
get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less.
Another wasted love story. I really love this one. When I think
that its over, that Ill never see him again like this... well yes,
Ill bump into him, well meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend,
act as if we had never been together, then well slowly think of
each other less and less until we forget each other completely.
Almost. Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up,
fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the
one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start
again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after
two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one,
until that one is gone as well. Theres a moment in life where you
cant recover any more from another break-up. And even if this
person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t
live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing
right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone
elses kisses.
